Thank you and goodbye,

it’s starts with the way we cry,

a tear in the rain,

dripping into my personal drain,

through the night I see you swoon,

heaven knows you’ll bloom,

even closer to the sight,

if faded candlelight,

warped visions of yesterday,

thank you for reading this sentimental ********.

Wait it’s not over now,

if only we could say “holy cow,”

that’s how,

you would know the darkness beating inside your chest,

would leave you guessing what you would guess.